After Tearing Apart the Wedding Dress, I Became the Donna of Ex’s Enemy
Three years as his fiancée, reduced to nothing more than a soulless trinket.
No going out. No friends. No opinions. Every breath I took was measured against Leo's mood.
For three years I obeyed him unconditionally, trying to warm the heart of this mafia tyrant.
Then today, in the fitting room at the atelier, his adoptive sister Alice snatched my couture wedding gown right off the rack. She didn't even have the decency to do it behind my back; she walked straight into Leo's arms while I stood there watching.
Leo barely glanced at me. Just patted her head and said, “It's just a dress. Let her have it.”
Three years of patience, and that's what it came to. A joke.
I looked at the two of them, that smug, triumphant, and I thought: Marciano, did you really think I wouldn't fight back?